Try it out loud. Happi—ness. There it is, buried in the middle of the word, waiting for someone to notice. People assume the pun is the whole personality. It isn't. It's a thesis. It's the entire argument of my life compressed into a rhyme: joy lives in the body, and the body is not a problem to be solved, it's an instrument to be played. And I've got the most sensitive string on mine, right at the front, tuned and waiting. So no, I'm not going to be cool about it. I'm not going to say "it's just a body part." It's not. It's the reason I wake up early and the reason I quit my job and the reason I talk to you at all. It's my muse, my hobby, my altar, my favourite thing to think about while I'm supposed to be thinking about something else. Say it out loud one more time. Slowly. Yes. That's the whole philosophy. Stay wild, stay bare. — A.